r/EntitledPeople

A few years ago my neighbor decided that she was over moving her bins from the curb to her house so she would just constantly leave it at the curb. Rain, sleet, or snow it stayed at the curb whether it got knocked over by the wind or stuck in a snow bank. Her nextdoor neighbor brought it to her house for her once and I saw her ass get visibly pissed as she brought it back to the curb yelling "I wish people wouldn't touch my shit". I live in a neighborhood full of mainly rentals so as new people moved in they started copying her to so eventually our neighbor down the street called the city code enforcement and they starting issuing tickets.

I happened to be outside as the city code enforcement officer was placing a sticker on her garbage can and she ran outside screeching "please don't give me a ticket I'm just a single mom" and the lady who was writing the ticket said "and so am I" and just kept writing LMFAO.

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. This situation was crazy and happened when I worked in attractions. One day, during a busy period I was Load 1, the person that placed wheelchair riders or the occasional celebrity on the ride. Everything was running smoothly when we all started smelling burning rubber and then the place started slowly filling with smoke. Obviously, we shutdown the ride, started our spiels, and started evacuating the guests. Two managers hurried down to assist.

The managers along with myself and a few others handed out "One Day Free Admission Cards" to the guests. The card allowed them to re-enter the parks for one day without pay. Most guests were satisfied but quite a few weren't. Some said that it was their last day or that it was the only day they could visit that particular park. Some said that they literally came just for our attraction. All we could do was apologize and direct them to Guest Services. The place continued to fill with smoke so the sliding doors were opened to help air the place out. Maintenance came in a hurry and pulled the offending ride. It's tire had gone bad and started burning.

A few people approached me angrily and started a barrage of stupid questions. The lead guy asked,

Man: Why are we being kicked out?!

Me looking around incredulously: Sir, don't you see and smell the smoke?

Man: Yeah, so?!

Me: Obviously there's an issue and it's no longer safe to be in here. The ride is down...😐

Man: Well how long will this take?! 😡

Before I could respond one of my managers sprinted over and told me to hand out passes to others. I don't know what he said to the people but they eventually left. My manager approached me and reprimanded me.

Manager: OP, you can't just say what you said how you said it...

Me: You mean the obvious truth?

Manager: You have to say there is a technical issue and not be so blunt.

Me: (Manager's name) the place is filled with smoke. It's obvious something wrong has happened.

My manager then reminded me it's our job to keep the magic even if it meant lying to guests and regardless if the place is on fire or not. To stay magical we were to gaslight the guests and ourselves. Everything is okay and normal, just magical special effects I guess... 😒 The guests questions were obtuse and the expectation that we should pretend nothing was happening and keep smiling was also ridiculous.

My husband & I are at New York comic con for the weekend to celebrate our sixteenth wedding anniversary with two of our friends while my parents hold down the fort at home. So far we’ve had amazing successes with our photo ops & so far everyone loves our cosplays. Today we had a photo op scheduled with Ariana Richards, Joseph Mazzello, BD Wong & Wayne Knight aka Lex, Tim, Wu & Nedry from Jurassic Park. I dressed as Sarah Harding, my husband as Ian Malcolm circa The Lost World, my friend as Ellie Sattler & my friends husband as Alan Grant.

Before our photo op we encountered a fellow con attendee who looked at us calling our costumes in bad taste saying they hope we didn’t buy the photo op with the Jurassic Cast because of Sam Neill’s passing this year. My friends husband asked what’s the big deal if he is dressed like Alan Grant it’s not hurting anyone. The entitled attendee asked did my friends husband even think of the feelings of Ariana, Joseph & BD because it might upset them. We have our turn in the photo op & we get told our cosplays looked amazing by Ariana, Joseph, BD & Wayne with BD telling us Sam would give his approval seeing the dedication my friends husband put into his costume. We didn’t run into the entitled attendee again but people in cosplays were saying what a rude jerk the guy is. One cosplayer approached us as we mentioned he insulted our cosplays too with the cosplayer saying they’ve informed security to look out for the guy.

At Tampa choose to enter the Wheelchair and family with children under 12 line. We have our young grandchild with us.

TSA agent asks who is with us in a Wheelchair I state no one we are in this line because it's the family line too. He tells us to get out of the line and go over to the regular line. I pointed to the sign right next to him, he says fine you can go through. But then he yells to everyone else in the line if they are not with a wheelchair get out of the line.

For the life of me I can't understand what his deal was. I can only guess he did it because he could. But what a jerk.

I honestly don't even know where to begin because there's so much history behind this, and I feel like I need to explain the context for people to understand why something that might seem like a small argument has affected me so much.

I'm the elder sister, and my relationship with my younger sister has become incredibly difficult. I genuinely feel like she's one of the hardest people I've ever had to deal with.

She's someone who needs things her way, gets offended very easily, snaps at people, and struggles to accept criticism. Whenever I try to bring up something she's done that has hurt me, the conversation somehow turns into an argument about my behaviour, my attitude, or how disrespectful I'm being. Old arguments that we supposedly resolved get brought up again and again, and disagreements that should last a few minutes can turn into hours of fighting.

If I don't agree with her or give in, the argument just continues. Most of the time, I'm the one who ends up walking away or compromising because I'm exhausted and just want some peace.

Our relationship wasn't always this bad. I used to live in a hostel and would only come home occasionally, so maybe the distance made things easier. Currently, I'm back home waiting for my job onboarding to begin, and living together has made me realise just how difficult our relationship has become.

One thing that particularly hurts me is how one-sided our relationship feels.

I've helped her with college exam forms, payments, guidance, and decisions about colleges. When she wanted an honest review of a college, I personally searched for students on LinkedIn, contacted them, and asked about their experiences so she could make an informed decision.

I've done these things because she's my sister and I wanted to help her. I've never kept a record of my help or brought it up to make her feel indebted to me.

Whenever she benefits from something I've done, she's sweet, appreciative, and thankful. But whenever we have an argument, it feels like all of that disappears. Suddenly, I'm selfish, I have an attitude problem, and I don't deserve her respect. If I mention how much I've tried to help her, she dismisses it as the bare minimum.

I'm not saying she owes me anything for helping her. I just don't understand why someone can appreciate me when they need something from me but treat me so disrespectfully when we're having a disagreement.

She also uses the fact that I've graduated against me. Since I'm currently waiting for my onboarding, she says I have so much free time, as though I'm automatically available whenever she needs something. She doesn't seem to understand that I'm still working on my skills and preparing for my future. Yes, I take breaks and enjoy other things sometimes, but that doesn't mean my time is meaningless or that I'm obligated to do everything she wants.

Another thing she constantly accuses me of is being jealous of her.

I genuinely don't understand where this comes from. I'm not someone who constantly compares myself with other people or spends all my time criticising my appearance. I know I'm not perfect, but I'm generally comfortable being myself.

Yet she makes fun of my appearance and my face. When I told her that her comments were making me insecure and asked her to stop, she responded sarcastically with something along the lines of, "Aww, it triggered you? Sorry."

It was obvious she wasn't genuinely apologising. She was mocking me for being hurt.

The worst part is that she knows things about me that I don't share with everyone, and she uses them against me during arguments.

I've had periods in my life when I've felt like no matter how hard I work, something outside my control goes wrong. Opportunities seem to slip away even when I've done everything I possibly could. I've shared these feelings with her because I thought she would understand me or at least encourage me to keep going.

Instead, she has thrown those same experiences back in my face during arguments and told me that I deserve everything that's happening to me.

That really hurt because I trusted her with those feelings. I thought I could be vulnerable with my own sister without having that vulnerability used against me later.

There was also a time when I was going through an extremely difficult phase and said something along the lines of, "If I ever KMS, it'll be because of you."

I regret saying that. I know it was a very serious thing to say, and I wish neither of us had gone down that road. But instead of trying to understand why I was hurting so badly, she immediately said the same thing back to me. Since then, she has repeatedly brought up what I said during arguments as a way to hurt me.

I'm not proud of having said it, and I'm not trying to justify it. I just wish that, at the time, someone had asked me why I was feeling so broken instead of turning it into another weapon in an argument.

There have also been times when arguments between us have become physical, with her hitting me.

Now, about what happened today.

We were cleaning, and my leg accidentally touched hers. It wasn't intentional, and I immediately told her it was a mistake.

She responded by saying something along the lines of, "Okay, I'll kick you too and say it was a mistake."

I was initially willing to apologise for accidentally touching her. But she started insulting me, saying I had a dirty ego, bringing up my appearance, and making comments about my intelligence.

She said other people apparently thought I looked younger than her and had a small brain. When I pointed out that people hadn't actually said the small-brain part, she admitted that they hadn't said it but that she was saying it herself.

She also said she couldn't be grateful to me because of my attitude, that I didn't deserve her respect, and that even if I died for her, she wouldn't value me.

I got angry and said I wouldn't die for her either. That led to more insults and arguments.

I know I could have handled some parts of the situation better. I could have apologised for the accidental contact regardless of how she was behaving. But what frustrates me is how a tiny accident became an opportunity to attack my appearance, intelligence, personality, and our entire relationship.

We have never really had a relationship where we regularly say sorry or thank you to each other, so the whole situation also brought up a lot of resentment that has been building for a long time.

Eventually, my mother came into the room, and I complained to her that my sister wouldn't stop arguing.

My sister then told my mother that she couldn't apologise to me because apologising to me was "cringe." She also said that if she had to choose between dying for me or dying for waste, she would rather die for waste.

My mother started crying and begging us to stop fighting and leave the cleaning.

I felt terrible seeing my mother cry, but I also felt like I never got the chance to explain my side properly. My mother had argued with my sister earlier that same morning and had complained to me about how my sister never stops arguing. I thought she might understand why I was so frustrated, but when everything escalated, I felt like my own feelings got lost in the situation.

My mother shouted at me about the things I had said regarding dying, but I didn't really get an opportunity to explain the pain and frustration behind them.

I understand that my words were serious and that I shouldn't have said them. I just wish the conversation could have been about more than those words alone.

The situation with my parents makes everything more complicated.

My father is extremely strict. He has done a lot for my education and has sacrificed financially to provide for me. Whenever I genuinely need something, he usually gets it for me without complaining about the expense.

I'm grateful for those things, and I love him.

But he has also shouted at me and physically hit me in the past, including hitting us with a belt. He hasn't done that in about a year, but those experiences have stayed with me.

I have very mixed feelings about him because I recognise his sacrifices while also remembering the ways he has hurt me.

I'm particularly afraid of involving him in the situation with my sister because I don't want him to lose control and hit her. I don't want her to experience that, regardless of how angry I am with her.

So I feel stuck. My sister's behaviour is affecting my mental peace, but involving my parents could potentially make everything worse.

I also have an editing account that means a lot to me. Editing has become something I turn to when I'm upset because it helps me distract myself and gives me something enjoyable to do.

However, I'm afraid of my father's reaction if he finds out about it. I keep going back and forth between installing and uninstalling Instagram and hiding the video clips and other editing materials I use. It's exhausting to constantly hide something that helps me cope with everything else.

Sometimes I even wish I had never started editing because managing it secretly has become another source of stress. But it's also something I've grown attached to, and I don't want to give it up.

I'm currently waiting for my job onboarding, trying to improve my skills and prepare for my future, while also dealing with all this at home. I feel like I can't get a proper break from the conflict.

One thing that makes this especially painful is comparing my relationship with my sister to the relationships other people have with their siblings.

I've seen friends have terrible arguments with their siblings, but there's usually still some basic respect between them.

I don't feel like I have that.

Sometimes I wonder whether I've failed as an elder sister or whether I somehow failed to establish a healthy relationship with her. It's embarrassing to admit how bad things have become because I know people might find it hard to believe that my younger sister and I treat each other this way.

I don't expect her to worship me because I'm older. I don't expect her to repay everything I've done for her. I don't even expect us to agree on everything.

I just want to be able to live in the same house without every small disagreement turning into a personal attack. I want to be able to make a mistake without being insulted. I want to be able to share something vulnerable without having it used against me later.

And I want to stop feeling like I have to defend my entire character every time we fight.

I know I'm not perfect. I get angry too, and I've said things during arguments that I regret. I'm willing to acknowledge my own mistakes. But I also feel that the way she treats me goes beyond ordinary sibling disagreements.

This post is already extremely long, and honestly, everything I've described here is still only a small part of what's been happening. There are many more incidents and years of accumulated hurt that I haven't even included.

I'm not posting this because I want strangers to declare my sister a terrible person. I genuinely want advice from people who have experienced difficult sibling relationships or complicated family dynamics.

I'm still living at home, and I can't simply move out or cut off contact right now. I also don't want to escalate the situation by involving my father.

How do I deal with a sibling who turns almost every disagreement into a prolonged argument, brings up personal vulnerabilities to hurt me, and has crossed physical boundaries in the past?

How do I establish boundaries when walking away doesn't always resolve things and I still have to live with the person?

How do I stop letting these interactions affect my mental health so much?

And, realistically, is there a way to improve this relationship, or should I focus on accepting that we might never have the kind of sisterly bond I've always hoped for?

I'd really appreciate honest advice, especially from people who have been in similar situations.

I had a 2 hour wait at a tire place on Saturday morning. New set of tires. They tell you 90 minutes and it is never 90 minutes. There's a little waiting area with 6 chairs, a coffee machine that only does the hot chocolate, and a TV that nobody is watching.

There was a woman in there with a boy, maybe 6 or 7. He had a tablet going at full volume, one of those games with the constant pinging, and he was doing laps around the chairs at the same time. I sat through about 40 minutes of it. Nobody else said anything. There was an older guy who kept looking up at her and then going back to his phone, and a woman who moved to the chair furthest from them and sat facing the window.

So I said, as pleasantly as I could manage, that I had a headache and would she mind turning it down a little.

She said "he's 6," and that was the whole answer. She didn't turn it down and she didn't look at me again. I put my earbuds in. As far as I was concerned that was the end of it.

About 20 minutes later the service manager came out and asked if he could have a word. He walked me over to the counter and told me a customer had reported that I'd been staring at her son, and that I'd spoken to her in a way that made her uncomfortable. He was apologetic and he clearly did NOT want to be saying any of it, but he asked whether I'd mind waiting outside until my car was ready.

So I stood in a parking lot for 35 minutes in October. My car was done at 11:40 and she was still in there when I went in to pay.

Ohhh boy. Also, I apologize if the layout is confusing. I wrote this on mobile

This happened on Labor Day, and for some background- I work at a convenience store that also has a pharmacy. When our pharmacy closes for the day, which is 6pm on weekends and 10pm on weekdays (I know the hours aren’t great to say the least; unfortunately that’s just how things are). On holidays however our pharmacy tends to get special hours.

Like Labor Day. Where they closed at five. It was on our website, but I can’t remember it being posted anywhere in the store.

So, on to the story!

I had gone to get some bandages as I’d cut myself and wanted to get it taken care of, and we were out of bandages in the front register’s first aid kit.

When I got back to the front, this middle aged woman (the entitled woman) wanted to know when our pharmacist would be back for the day.

My shift lead went “oh, they’ll be back tomorrow. Due to the holiday the pharmacy closed early.”

The customer gave like a chuckle, shook her head, and went “I’m not accepting that answer.”

She then went on about how she had chronic knee pain, that she had a flight early the next morning so she had to get her medication today.

Then the lady turned to me and went “are you the manager?”

I told her no, because I am a lowly cashier, and my shift lead said that she was the shift lead and our store manager was gone for the day. The lady shook her head, said “that’s just perfect” and continued making weird demands. She wanted my shift lead to call a pharmacist to see if they would come in, and when the call went to voicemail insisted that because the shift lead hadn’t left a message that she “read what the shift lead was typing when messaging a pharmacist so she could ensure someone was being asked to come in.”

To none of my coworker’s surprise, the pharmacist said no, they were already two hours away.

The lady insisted that the hours weren’t posted anywhere, and my other coworker told her that the hours were posted on our website. The lady then said she “doesn’t look at the website, Im a customer”.

All throughout this I’m just checking out other customers, some of whom ignore her, others shake their heads.

The lady then asks if we had to turn anyone else away and my coworker said yes. She asked if they had chronic pain, and my coworker said we didn’t know because they didn’t tell us.

Every solution my coworker offered was dismissed or not good enough; she told her about the 24/7 hour location and offered to help her find an over the counter solution in the painkillers aisle.

Nope. She wanted a pharmacist to come in and give her a recommendation. She wanted a pharmacist to come in and get her medication. Eventually she just said she “didn’t even need a pharmacist, just somebody to unlock the door so she could grab it”.

Unfortunately for her, only the pharmacist had keys to the pharmacy.
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She finally left because my shift lead was going to call the cops for her belligerent behavior, though not before making a comment about how she can’t believe that we’d call the cops over this.

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. This situation happened when I worked in attractions. That particular year Florida was going through a rare "Arctic blast" and temperatures were in the low 20s or around -5 degrees Celsius. Where I live it gets down to around 10 degrees or -12.2 degrees Celsius in the winter so I'm no stranger to cold weather. HOWEVER, I stay indoors, wrapped in a fluffy blanket sipping some form of hot liquid. There, at Rat Planet I and other's still had to work outside.

Rat Planet offered "coats and "gloves" and I use those words lightly as they were more for style than actual warmth. They were very thin without proper insulating lining. We were allowed to wear long sleeve, plain white shirts under our "costume" tops that were short sleeved and thin material. Leggings could be worn under the thin pants as well. We were also giving hand warmers though we were told they couldn't be seen by guests. I did all of that layering because I have Raynaud's and my body, especially my fingers and toes can't handle prolonged exposure to cold temperatures. The layering would have been fine if the wind hadn't been blowing fiercely and we weren't forced to stand still in one spot.

One day, I was placed as Fast Pass Greeter. To protect my fingers I placed my hands inside the coat pockets where the hand warmers were. One of the managers came by and admonished me saying I had to stand properly with my hands visible. I was so cold. I explained that my fingers were turning blue and they just walked away saying to stand properly as guests were still arriving to ride. About 20 minutes went by and I was starting to shiver pretty badly so I asked a co-worker to watch my position while I stepped inside the side door to warm up for a few minutes. I did this on and off whenever I started shivering. Once again, the same manager caught me and chastised me saying I couldn't just leave my position.

I explained that I wasn't coping well with the weather and could no longer feel my feet. My hands were completely blue! I think he thought I was being dramatic because he more or less said that it was a part of the job and we must perform well even if uncomfortable. I looked at him and replied that I cared about him as a manager and I cared about the job but it wasn't worth my health. He told me to go back to my position and he would move me inside. I stayed there another 15 minutes before he moved me to an inside role. By the time I got there I was shivering violently. My lips and hands were blue. My teeth were literally chattering. A coordinator and one of my friends saw me along with a line of guests.

One guest was really kind and concerned and asked, "Is she okay?! She's blue!" Some others asked about me as well as I couldn't stop shivering. All I could say was, "I'm so cold." The coordinator K and my friend G each took one of my hands in theirs and warmed them up by rubbing them vigorously. The color eventually came back. I was also allowed to grab some warm water to drink. K became upset at my condition and went to see the closing manager, which was a different manager. The closing manager changed the rotation to every 5 minutes meaning we got a position, stayed 5 minutes and moved to another one so no one had to stay outside too long. There were multiple incidents concerning other cast members throughout the parks where they were expected to keep going though sick or uncomfortable. There was an expectation that your humanity should be shelved to keep the "magic".

Hi y'all, I'm back with another story from my time working at a very popular theme park in Florida. A magical rat planet of sorts. This situation happened when I worked in attractions. One year during peak season we received a new coordinator I'll call Ellie (Fake name). She was an ex-elementary school teacher and was very adorable, sweet and bubbly. She looks like an adult Cabbage Patch Doll. Her high energy and happy personality made some dislike her. The people that did said she was annoying but they were just bitter and negative.

Anyways, Ellie was still in training and had been placed on load, which is where a cast member loads wheelchair riders onto the ride. They then drove or pushed the wheelchairs into the elevator where unload would place it on the ride exit platform for the wheelchair rider. It was a two person job but Ellie was there alone being forced to load wheelchairs, ride up in the elevator and unload them on the other side. On that particular day there were A LOT OF WHEELCHAIR RIDERS. I mean at least 20 and it was backed up due to her being alone.

I had just come from break when I signed in and received a "task." A task was a 5 minute busy job like cleaning while too many people were still on the clock and no actual positions were open. I'll be honest, no one actually did the task unless a manager was right there. Most took a bathroom break or walked around. I did the latter and came across a red faced Ellie struggling at Load and Unload alone. Other cast members saw her struggling and literally no one helped. One of the cast members even snickered, "I bet she's not happy now." That upset me so I offered my assistance. At first, due to pride and knowing other's wanted her to fail, Ellie denied my help but I insisted and took over load.

She thanked me and we started getting caught up until another group came in with rented ECVs or Electric Convenience Vehicles. Regular Wheelchairs were also available for rent at a cheaper price. The ECVs were for disabled, heavily pregnant and older people to get around the parks easier. Each park had a set amount for rent and it was on a first come, first serve basis. Ellie and I, especially Ellie were exhausted by the amount of chairs needing loading when a group of guys rode up. Before loading guests from Wheelchairs we had to ask a set of questions about their mobility abilities so we could place the proper tag on the ride.

One tag told other cast members the individual(s) could walk unassisted or with minimum assistance and one tag told cast members that the individual(s) would need medical assistance to move safely from the ride in case of an emergency evacuation. I asked the questions just for the guys to laugh, stand up and say they only rented the ECVs because they were too lazy to walk and wanted to skip some lines. My polite smile instantly fell. They literally took away needed mobility tools from people that actually needed them due to their self proclaimed laziness. I loaded them on and had to drive over multiple ECVs while actual disabled people had to wait.

It was so busy that I hadn't signed back in for a new job and my manager came looking for me. Apparently, over an hour had gone by and I was about to get into trouble. Ellie ran over quickly and spoke up for me explaining the situation and that I was literally the only person that stopped and helped. We also questioned why people were tasking while there was no Load? The computer was a mess or something I don't know. I was officially assigned to that position and closed there with Ellie. After work she insisted on taking me and a couple of my friends for frozen yogurt. She also dropped us off at our student apartments. We had a great work relationship after that. She was/is so sweet.

Context: I'm at the grocery store and a lady is blocking one half of the aisle, while her shopping cart is blocking the other half. The aisles are narrow, so I can't get through, and I wait until she or her cart moves. She moves her cart and I pass through, but instead of apologizing for blocking the entire aisle, she says "you're welcome" in a sarcastic manner. Was I supposed to thank her for not blocking the aisle anymore? Her lack of awareness didn't justify a confrontation, so I ignored her and walked away.